| Funeral Blues by Aenaon – cover art | |
| Funeral Blues | |
| Aenaon | |
| Don't stand at my grave and cry, | |
| The human mind can't conceive the substance | |
| Within these borders, no one other exist | |
| Don't mourn for the bravery and freedom | |
| Only reapers, reaping the wisdom | |
| I force the matter to collide with my mind | |
| On the dreadful moments something sparkles inside me | |
| On the dreadful omens, there is nothing you can't redeem | |
| I don't accept this dept of time, so brief | |
| The future wounds and sudden grief | |
| Inside the body of the elder gloom | |
| This picture gave me infinite relief | |
| The desolation and the sorrow | |
| for those who died, or those who are | |
| The only fellow, a rusty gallows | |
| just vicious night, thick like death | |
| Dig and watch - Just stones and soil | |
| Dig and wonder - It's necessary end | |
| Dig and hear - The rhythm of the silence | |
| and whisper the funeral blues | |
| Keep fresh the grass upon the grave, | |
| These roots will always be my chains, | |
| Like spoils of death are shining with awe. | |
| By this cell I drowned in the waves, | |
| a body like ship is ready to sail, | |
| Which is the quest I ask? Just to be wrecked… | |
| This scream is not yours, | |
| the dead do not lie in your soil, | |
| they become birds and trees | |
| delivered from mortal flesh | |
| No one can see the light, no one can feel | |
| The generations yet to come | |
| You're not the one, you're not the one | |
| Always pretending, | |
| to be able to live the endless path of death | |
| Coming and going day and night, | |
| descending to earth | |
| How do you confront life, life and death, | |
| virtue and fear? | |
| This vision that every time every time burns inside, | |
| will continue forever more... |
| Funeral Blues by Aenaon cover art | |
| Funeral Blues | |
| Aenaon | |
| Don' t stand at my grave and cry, | |
| The human mind can' t conceive the substance | |
| Within these borders, no one other exist | |
| Don' t mourn for the bravery and freedom | |
| Only reapers, reaping the wisdom | |
| I force the matter to collide with my mind | |
| On the dreadful moments something sparkles inside me | |
| On the dreadful omens, there is nothing you can' t redeem | |
| I don' t accept this dept of time, so brief | |
| The future wounds and sudden grief | |
| Inside the body of the elder gloom | |
| This picture gave me infinite relief | |
| The desolation and the sorrow | |
| for those who died, or those who are | |
| The only fellow, a rusty gallows | |
| just vicious night, thick like death | |
| Dig and watch Just stones and soil | |
| Dig and wonder It' s necessary end | |
| Dig and hear The rhythm of the silence | |
| and whisper the funeral blues | |
| Keep fresh the grass upon the grave, | |
| These roots will always be my chains, | |
| Like spoils of death are shining with awe. | |
| By this cell I drowned in the waves, | |
| a body like ship is ready to sail, | |
| Which is the quest I ask? Just to be wrecked | |
| This scream is not yours, | |
| the dead do not lie in your soil, | |
| they become birds and trees | |
| delivered from mortal flesh | |
| No one can see the light, no one can feel | |
| The generations yet to come | |
| You' re not the one, you' re not the one | |
| Always pretending, | |
| to be able to live the endless path of death | |
| Coming and going day and night, | |
| descending to earth | |
| How do you confront life, life and death, | |
| virtue and fear? | |
| This vision that every time every time burns inside, | |
| will continue forever more... |
| Funeral Blues by Aenaon cover art | |
| Funeral Blues | |
| Aenaon | |
| Don' t stand at my grave and cry, | |
| The human mind can' t conceive the substance | |
| Within these borders, no one other exist | |
| Don' t mourn for the bravery and freedom | |
| Only reapers, reaping the wisdom | |
| I force the matter to collide with my mind | |
| On the dreadful moments something sparkles inside me | |
| On the dreadful omens, there is nothing you can' t redeem | |
| I don' t accept this dept of time, so brief | |
| The future wounds and sudden grief | |
| Inside the body of the elder gloom | |
| This picture gave me infinite relief | |
| The desolation and the sorrow | |
| for those who died, or those who are | |
| The only fellow, a rusty gallows | |
| just vicious night, thick like death | |
| Dig and watch Just stones and soil | |
| Dig and wonder It' s necessary end | |
| Dig and hear The rhythm of the silence | |
| and whisper the funeral blues | |
| Keep fresh the grass upon the grave, | |
| These roots will always be my chains, | |
| Like spoils of death are shining with awe. | |
| By this cell I drowned in the waves, | |
| a body like ship is ready to sail, | |
| Which is the quest I ask? Just to be wrecked | |
| This scream is not yours, | |
| the dead do not lie in your soil, | |
| they become birds and trees | |
| delivered from mortal flesh | |
| No one can see the light, no one can feel | |
| The generations yet to come | |
| You' re not the one, you' re not the one | |
| Always pretending, | |
| to be able to live the endless path of death | |
| Coming and going day and night, | |
| descending to earth | |
| How do you confront life, life and death, | |
| virtue and fear? | |
| This vision that every time every time burns inside, | |
| will continue forever more... |
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